Stops, enjoys what he enjoys
Watching the moon still up and
I try to avoid the minefield
left behind by other visitors.
He wanders as far as the line allows
a single starling tweets from above
pretty, uplifting tunes.
So safe and yet, not safe at all from
hungry crows who sit there waiting
silent, on parallel lines.
Ancient life on fire
so beautiful, captured by me
Permitted to grow among the
concrete dead, amidst metal and plastic
where, on warmer days than these
children play so unaware of life
lost in the thrill of their moments.
A sharp tug reminds
He demands attention
pulls me up from the casual swim
of flowing waters into which I sank
I smile at his joys.
Wants and needs so simple
…as indeed, are mine
Aware that fresh made coffee
now in the pot
A bit like:
‘Why did the chicken’ they cross the road around
the same time year after year
the grass is always greener.
Cringing at the thought of crunching
I zig zag like a drunk driver would
but, it’s safe to do it here without
fear of causing harm or, calamity.
This may be their last escape
before death comes calling
everything has a reason for existing
Zig zags back and forth completed
seeing no more
my gaze falls upon the trees
on either side of the road
Yes, autumn is in full swing now
colours so vibrant at their last
and suddenly I see the one lone
bright bright red, colour of my passion
touch my heart and smile
remember waking up to the magic
of life, thank the Gods and you
for opening my eyes
I think of all the caterpillars
that I didn’t just kill and
thrill at the marvel of creation
as I drive a few more miles.
*Yesterday I saw the most perfect red leaf on the ground. Not a bit of it was any other colour but red. I thought it so beautiful but, was reminded it was also so sad because it was so beautiful in its dying.
*The leaves are starting to fall. I saw some on the grass this morning one, covered in raindrops from last nights rain, so beautiful but, was also reminded that Autumn is on its way and all too soon after it, comes the long (and dreaded) ice/snow and sub zero temps of winter and I hate the shorter daylight hours too.
Had to study this form and needed to understand it in easy language. I found this Tritina explanation pretty clear and followed it. Hope I did it properly.
*106 words + prompt*
If I have nowhere in particular to go, I’ve always loved walking in a gentle rain. Soft rain, warm rain.
Water of any type anywhere that I can see, hear or watch its movement, has always been like a soothing balm to me.